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this past weekend was huntersmoon. a local 3-night sca event involving small skirmishes, practices, and ballista testing. its usually a low-scale event with one big dinner with some workshops. nothing too major.

inevitably during one of these camping events, one finds ones self short of some supply. (paper towels, food, drink, alcohol, etc…) and one must venture out into the world of the mundane to procure such items. usually one does not change out of garb, but on can if one so chooses. this lends itself to some interesting stories involving locals who don’t know about the event going on.

saturday evening i was sent out to get firewood. usually stewert’s has bags of the stuff outside their shops but no one did, so i decided to go ask…

clerk: (young high school kid, looking a little nervous at my getup) can i help you?

me: yeah, got any firewood?

clerk: (he looks though the bay windows and sees that there isn’t any outside) um, we had a whole bunch but a lady came by and bought it all. um, let me check though. (wanders off)

me: (figuring that someone from the event stopped by and bought them out, can’t blame them.)

clerk: (while waiting for a reply from his boss on the status of wood) um… you’re with the play, right?

me: (thinking on my feet) uh, yeah… (side note, to help easy the brains of locals, sca-dians will often tell people that they are thespians from a local play/troop, and are getting supplies/food/afterparty stuffs)

manager: sorry, all out.

clerk: (looking a little relieved at my answer) uh, we’re out, sorry

me: ok, thanks anyway.

so i head out form the shop to the hannaford plaza to see if the liquor shop is still open. sadly they weren’t. on my way back to site though, while pulling up to the light leading out of the parking lot, i see a sign.

This Weekend Eastgreenbush High School Presents: Peter Pan

i almost died laughing at the light. timing is Everything!